MAE.

Commmmmmmmmme on. 

The stress level in this house feels like it might break through the windows, exploding the entire block, seriously.

This week has been a nightmare…

For starters (lets start with the positive), Saturday my mom + sisters threw me a shower, and it was insane and adorable. My mom made homemade everything, literally everything. It was delicious, heartfelt, adorable, you name it. Despite this amazingness, I knew I had to take this certification exam Tuesday to become a Medical-Surgical specialized nurse: my new credentials being: Megan Ethington, RN, CMSRN. fairly bad ass. $500 later (yes, it was $500 to take this exam, and if I passed I would be reimbursed; if I did not pass .. no tengo dinero) kind of made it that more stressful.

Back story. Of course this testing site was not in Chicago (they have a written exam once a year at Northwestern, May 14th, which I was busy and couldn’t attend; next option computer test .. apparently nearest computer was West Chicago, IL), and of course there isn’t a Metra nor bus that could transport me. So logically, I would borrow Sundeep’s family car, which I sort of feel like I have had nothing but problems with? It’s not entirely true, but I did get a red-light ticket, being my first and only driving offense. Anyways, I bring it home Tuesday night, can basically and barely get from point A to B, all I can think about is “get home, go to your study spot, stay there, study.” So I park the car, its 5 p.m. I do the usual put the city sticker in the car (later to find out I put the wrong date, naturally.), probably sprinted to Julius Meinl, ordered my usual vanilla latte, inducing massive heart palpitations.. left Julius Meinl, was on the phone with my dad and noticed that the car was no longer where it was parked. I had a fleeting thought of “wow, where did I park the car again? was it in front of the house, or maybe on Greenview or Bosworth..,” around this exact moment I hang up on my dad, and notice the increasing traffic, perfect, Cub’s game. I live on Addison. kill me. now. (next day I spot a sign on Bosworth, street over, that says “No Parking 5-10 p.m on Cub night games,” seriously FML) So immediately I call Sundeep crying. Doesn’t pick-up. Honestly, if I had eaten something with the last 8 hours of that moment, barf would be all over Addison Street. Conveniently a cab goes by, I flagged him, got in .. while dialing 3-1-1, told me the car was on Francisco + Chicago Ave, which the cabbie assures me is “far away,” and in a “bad neighborhood.” Perfect. Take me there now. Drop me off. While on Chicago Avenue + Damen, of course I see the poor Toyota on top of the tow truck. Salt in the wound. Anyways, after crying in literally a trailer, in the ghetto, during the rain, and now no car later .. I get ahold of my friend, Katie, who reassures me everyone in our hood’ has been to that exact tow lot, stop crying and come get her car. Sundeep and I finally get back home, are starving so we run and get Mexican, where he drinks tequila and I confess to him how much I paid to take this test — which now I feel convinced I will not pass, because its 11 p.m. the night before the test, were eating Mexican, I haven’t had time to figure out exactly how to get to the testing center, I need to pick up Katie’s car .. I mean the towel was literally almost thrown in.

Long story short. I got to the testing center, which is a warehouse/airplane hanger. I was the only one taking the test, because obviously no one really wants to take a $500 test, ever? The proctor/pilot/secretary was ridiculous. At first he told me the computers were acting slow, and pretended to NOT have a clue what test I was taking. Finally, after getting into the site, he directs me to this room with a window + one computer. It’s probably 3 degrees in there, and he points to a space heater and tells me if I need it I can use it? Also said something along the lines of “I’m assuming this isn’t an open book test, so put your bags under that table, I’ve got my eyes on you.” (pointing to a camera in the corner of the room..) The test took me around 3 hours, and I passed. <phew> There are girls at work that have taken in 3+ times, still haven’t passed …. feeling reassured that I actually know what I’m doing! 

Now, onto a week full of unnecessary meetings! Priest outings, dress fittings, rental companies — tensions high around this place. 

Looking forward to free nights + weekends in T-50 days.